Harrow feels a trickle coming from her eyes. It's not blood, for once; she's crying.
Gideon, Gideon, Gideon.
She has to finish it.
Air now, to mark the edges and attenuate the spell to nothingness. She reaches for the delicate alveoli of Gideon's beautiful, powerful lungs; the cells carrying air through her blood.
Harrowhark has heard more than her share of death rattles on the Ninth, and she's not sure if it's her cavalier actually making that horrible sound or her imagination as she conjures thanergetic Air. All she knows is that it works, and the stoma in the air unfolds to reveal their room and the grey skeleton of perpetual bone, already hastening towards the portal. Rapidly, she ties it off and spins to kneel beside Gideon, slamming the door shut on further siphoning.
"We did it, Gideon, we did it," she says, checking her thalogram for the extent of the damage. Wiping sweat from Gideon's brow with the sleeves of her shirt. "You did it. You were perfect, fearless, incredible."
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Gideon, Gideon, Gideon.
She has to finish it.
Air now, to mark the edges and attenuate the spell to nothingness. She reaches for the delicate alveoli of Gideon's beautiful, powerful lungs; the cells carrying air through her blood.
Harrowhark has heard more than her share of death rattles on the Ninth, and she's not sure if it's her cavalier actually making that horrible sound or her imagination as she conjures thanergetic Air. All she knows is that it works, and the stoma in the air unfolds to reveal their room and the grey skeleton of perpetual bone, already hastening towards the portal. Rapidly, she ties it off and spins to kneel beside Gideon, slamming the door shut on further siphoning.
"We did it, Gideon, we did it," she says, checking her thalogram for the extent of the damage. Wiping sweat from Gideon's brow with the sleeves of her shirt. "You did it. You were perfect, fearless, incredible."
"Never again," she whispers. "Never again."